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304 | 2018-02-27 22:11:28 | Friends For Life | 4.38 | We are friends I got your back You got mine, I'll help you out Anytime! To see you hurt To see you cry Makes me weep And wanna die And if you agree To never fight It wouldn't matter Who's wrong or right If a broken heart Needs a mend I'll be right there Till the end If your cheeks are wet From drops of tears Don't worry Let go of your fears Hand in hand Love is sent, We'll be friends Till the end!!!! |
If you want to stay best friends, this is a recipe for success. | Angelica N. Brissett | July 2007 | 28 | 1724 | 5026 |
305 | 2018-02-27 22:11:31 | You | 4.38 | I still remember the first day we met. We were too shy to say much at all. It's funny to think back to that time, Because now we're having a ball! They say that true friendship is rare, An adage that I believe to be true. Genuine friendship is something that I cherish. I am so lucky to have met you. Our bond is extremely special. It is unique in its own way. We have something irreplaceable. I love you more and more each day. We've been through so much together. In so little time we've shared , I will never forget all the moments That you've shown me how much you cared. Friends are forever, Especially the bond that you and I possess. I love your fun-filled personality. Somehow you never fail to impress. The world could use more people like you. It would certainly be a better place. I love everything about you. You are someone I could never replace. You are always there for me When my spirits need a little lift. I cannot thank you enough for that. You are truly an extraordinary gift. You are everything to me and more. I could never express that enough. Life is such a treacherous journey, and Without you it would be even more tough. Our story will continue to grow With each passing day, Because I trust that with you by my side, Everything will always be okay. You are so dear to me. You know I will love you until the end. I will always be there for you, and You will always (and forever) be my best friend. more by Margery Wang |
This is a poem for best friends. | Margery Wang | May 2008 | 83 | 4030 | 7886 |
306 | 2018-02-27 22:11:37 | My Best Friend, My Soul Mate | 4.37 | Best friends are forever I think of you And all the days we have spent together You are my best friend, my soul mate And I know you will always be there until the end Your shoulder to cry on will always be there Whenever there is something wrong When times are tough, you are always there It shows me your love and care Although we are going in separate ways You will always remain in my heart None in this world can see How special you are to me You are my strength, you are my power My best friend, my soul mate I always dreamed of a friend like you And when I found you, it was like a dream come true You understand the worst side of me That no one can ever see You are the best person I've ever known My best friend, my soul mate It is always that Together we party and together we cry We keep our every secret And cover each lie 'Cause we are best friends till the day we die The friend like you is hard to find You were always there when no one cared We have been through good and bad times And you always made me laugh when I was sad My best friend, my soul mate Best friends are like flowers, like a rose Or like a ghost whose spirit never dies You are always behind me whenever times are tough My best friend, my soul mate You are like a ray of sunshine Always present with me whenever the world as dark You have guided me through bad times Wiped away my tears My best friend, my soul mate We are like two bodies and one soul You are the best person among rest Our time together is passing day by day But now until the very end You will always be my best friend My best friend, my soul mate |
This poem is about my best friend, Tooba Safdar. She is the best person I've ever known. She is always present with me through hard and tough times. She is the most important person to me. I love my best friend a lot. | Mahnoor Awan | November 2015 | 5 | 761 | 511 |
307 | 2018-02-27 22:11:38 | My Best Friend | 4.34 | Best friends are angels That God sent along. They always stay beside you Whenever things go wrong. I'm glad that God blessed me, With a good friend such as you. A person to be there, A person to get me through. Never turn away from me. I can't bear to be apart. All the pain and suffering Will be too much for my heart. You are my best friend, The one who brightens my day. The one who cheers me up, The one who's here to stay. |
My best friend brings out the best of me, and I just wanted to tell her she is the best and that she will always be in my heart. | Geraldine | September 2011 | 26 | 3002 | 5173 |
308 | 2018-02-27 22:11:41 | Best Friends Forever | 4.32 | Best Friends The title we chose But what does it mean to be "best friends"? You should see each other every day? Well that's not true for you and me Should silly little fights get in our way? Only if that's how it's meant to be Should we give? Should we borrow? Should we dance like there's not tomorrow? Secrets are traded Privacy invaded Hugs and smiles are shared Tears are shed Love is spread We know that we both really cared I smile, you smile You cry, I cry I wish, you wish You die, I die If you fall I'll help you up And if you call I'll always pick up Best Friends Forever The promise we made And I know in my heart That it will never fade |
My best friend and I have always considered each other "best friends" but one day, shortly after we were in a HUGE fight, I was thinking about what it means to be best friends. I started to jot down my thoughts and this is what it turned into. Enjoy! | Melissa Magaliff | October 2008 | 20 | 1289 | 3371 |
309 | 2018-02-27 22:11:43 | Not Only My Brother, But My Best Friend | 4.30 | You say, you're not loved and don't deserve to receive letters. I don't want you to feel that way I want you to feel better. I'll try if you want to write you a million letters, if that's what it takes to make you feel better. Because, not only are you my Brother, your my Best Friend. So Brother when you're feeling like nobody cares just read this poem, and know that I'll always be there. You're special, you're strong, loving and kind, know matter who's there you'll speak your mind. You may be miles and miles away, but this is what you need to know, this is what I need to say. So brother when you're feeling lonely, and blue, just lying in the dark, thinking that nobody cares for you. Pull this paper out, and read this poem over, and over again, because you're not only my brother, you're my Best Friend. |
A Girl writes to her brother who is also her best friend. | Ashley O'Connor | February 2006 | 1 | 99 | 411 |
310 | 2018-02-27 22:11:47 | You Should Know | 4.45 | I don't know how to say this, but I thank you very much for always being there for me your gentle, friendly touch You helped me to get better and stop what I regret you helped me through the hard times that, I can't forget. thank you. You listened to my problems in a kind and caring way and without you I may not be smiling today thank you. I trust you with my secrets that no one has been told I trust you with my feelings and in my heart, your words I'll take until I'm grey and old thank you. |
I wrote this poem to say thank you to my mentor at school, she's helped me through a lot. Family break up, self harm, anger problems, school troubles, and friend issues. I wanted to thank her for what she's gave to me. | Abby Heard | December 2008 | 5 | 1909 | 1268 |
311 | 2018-02-27 22:11:51 | Friend | 4.44 | You're a very special person. I'm glad that you're my friend, For when I need a little advice, You always have some to lend. You help me when I am troubled, Feeling down and out- I never have to say what's wrong. You seem to know what I'm all about. I can always tell you my feelings Without having you put me down. You're the person I can turn to When no one else is around. I can cry on your shoulder When things are going wrong. You give me a smile And help me to be strong. You seem to understand me. After all that we've gone through, I only have one thing to say... Thanks for being YOU! more by Lisa Asmo |
I wrote this poem 30 years ago, and it still rings true today. A great friendship is hard to find. Let those who have made a difference in your life be aware of their impact. Each moment is a gift. Share your gifts with others, and be sure to thank others for the gifts they bring to your life. | Lisa Asmo | January 2016 | 5 | 2076 | 385 |
312 | 2018-02-27 22:11:56 | A F-R-I-E-N-D | 4.43 | A FRIEND F is for the fun we had together R is for the relaxing time we shared together I is for the interesting moments we had E is for the entertaining time we spent N is for the never ending friendship that we'll have D is for the days we'll never forget You never stop listening to all my troubles Your advise and sympathy helped me move on You made me forget the pain that crushed my heart You were my pain relief Now after all this I have learnt so much from you And I want the world to know How lucky I am TO have a friend like you |
This is my first poem and I would like to dedicate it to all my friends that have always stood by me throughout these years... I hope you will like it too | Vaish | March 2010 | 0 | 554 | 513 |
313 | 2018-02-27 22:12:00 | I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You | 4.40 | It started out as just a hug and grew into a kiss, A friendship that had blossomed up to more than I could wish, You are my shining star at night you help me find my way, You are my inspiration directing me each day, See when I fall and need a hand you always pick me up, And when I cry and need a friend you're there no matter what, I wish I were just like you strong hearted, brave and sweet, I'm glad I have a friend like you, to make my life complete. |
What could be better than a friendship with some romance mixed in? | Nicole J. Van Oss | October 2007 | 2 | 191 | 858 |
314 | 2018-02-27 22:12:02 | You're Always There For Me | 4.39 | You're always there when I need a hand, Pushing me, helping me. You're there when I need a shoulder To cry on, to lie on. You're there when I need to talk, At sunrise, at sunset. You will never know what you mean to me. We will never know how our friendship became so deep. They will never know all the secrets that we keep. Our friendship will always be Because you're my best friend. You're always there for me! |
Strong friends share a secret and private world that is all their own. | Crysta M. Davis | October 2007 | 1 | 836 | 1514 |
315 | 2018-02-27 22:12:05 | Thank You | 4.37 | Thank you for being there, for showing me the path. Thank you for always caring and giving it all you have. Thank you for not running when I needed your help, and thank you for always caring about my health. Thank you for always staying by my side and giving me the courage and the pride to do things I've never done before. Thank you for giving me something to stay alive for. Thank you for always loving me and adoring my talents and skills. Thank you for always being there for all of the sad times and the thrills. Thank you for always telling me what's wrong and what's right, and thank you for helping me on the path to life. |
A poem about a mentor who showed her protégé how to live. | Tyeisha S. Crutchfield | February 2006 | 2 | 473 | 519 |
316 | 2018-02-27 22:12:09 | Thank You | 4.36 | To all the ones I know and love, Each and every one of you know who you are, The life I have and the man I am is because of you, My heart has grown and flourished because the time we shared and experiences I gained, Were not possible without you. I love all of you so much, My words will never be enough, When I take a moment and think of you my heart raises to the skies above, I wish I was a wealthy man although money could never replace the wealth you have given me, you have given so much more, If I could give anything your heart desires I would, But all I am is me, I hope and pray every day that in time I can, So I can give back to all of you in some way, Until then please know you are never forgotten and are thought of always, I love all of you so much my eyes fill with tears of joy that you choose me to be one of your friends, Your understanding love and wisdom, Your patience and courage, Truth and honesty even your anger when I have done wrong, All these things and so much more have taught and shown me what love is and truly means, I express to you my gratitude and loving beams of light, That we all continue to share this wonderful friendship, In this world we all call life, I LOVE YOU ALL more by Richard Tully |
Acknowledgement of all the people in my life, past and present, speaks for itself | Richard Tully | March 2009 | 1 | 154 | 177 |
317 | 2018-02-27 22:12:14 | Thank You For The Memories | 4.36 | Thank you for the memories, I really love your company:) My best friend is the one that knows me best, The one I can keep, the one I can trust. I compliment you, you compliment me, You're the greatest person that can be. You're admirable, And you're desirable. You're laugh makes my day, You're beautiful in every way, You put up with me when I am in a bad mood, You never give me attitude. I love it when we hang out, We hang out pretty much every week, And when we do we act like freaks, Because you're a happy, bubbly, hyper girl, And I am so happy you let me in your friendship world. :) more by Alice |
This poem is for my best friend. She is the greatest person on this earth. But lately I haven't been treating her as a best friend. This, I hope, will make her feel better about our friendship. | Alice | February 2011 | 0 | 130 | 263 |
318 | 2018-02-27 22:12:18 | Thank You | 4.34 | To me you're like an angel, sent by God above, To cleanse my soul of sadness, and fill it with love. You are my inspiration and I want to thank you, For without you, I don't know what I would do. You've changed my life around, And turned my frown upside down. You have showed me the way, So that I will never stray. For this I want to thank you again, For staying close by and being a friend. And to end this off I just wanted to say, That if you need a friend, I'll be there till the very end. |
A change encounter when you are there for someone may be enough to create best friends forever | Janelle J. James | June 2007 | 7 | 286 | 625 |
319 | 2018-02-27 22:12:22 | A True Friend | 4.34 | My life has not been easy hard times I've seen my share, through trials and tribulations, you were always standing there. You lent an ear, and gave a hand, and always seemed to understand. At times when I was torn and weak, and could not bear the stress, you always gave your all to me never any less. To you I'm always grateful for all that we have shared, for standing right beside me showing that you cared. more by Jenna |
A true friend is a blessing in your life. To: My BFF | Jenna | October 2009 | 2 | 288 | 409 |
320 | 2018-02-27 22:12:26 | If I Could Tell You | 4.44 | When I see you in the morning, it brightens up my day. There are so many thoughts on my mind, so many words I want to say. I want to tell you how I feel, but the words I cannot find. They're all mixed up with my thoughts that are running through my mind. I've been keeping it locked up because I know there's not a chance. You never look my way. You don't even take a glance. You don't even know you're doing this, toying with my heart. I wish I could just tell you, but I don't know where to start. Should I tell you how much you mean to me or how bad I want to be with you. If I were to say these things how would you react, what would you do? Would you never talk to me again? Would you never look my way? That would just bring me back to where I am today. Then I'd start all over and choose a different route to make you understand my feelings that want out. I don't know what to do or even how to say. Maybe I should lock it up and keep myself away. My heart would ache even more, but maybe for the good. I just really want to tell you only if I could. |
I love this guy, but he doesn't know about my feelings. He is one of my best guy friends. | Krystal | July 2009 | 67 | 984 | 1921 |
321 | 2018-02-27 22:12:32 | Love Struck | 4.41 | I often find myself staring into your eyes, And to no surprise, I'm hypnotized. You look at me like I'm special. So why do you think it would be a hassle? We sing along to silly songs. I always like what you put on. It seems to me that we were meant for each other. However, I'm scared you'll find another. You'll find another who steals your heart, And I'll be left alone in the dark. This roller coaster never ends. With me you find only a friend. |
I found myself falling too far for someone who did not have feelings strong enough for me. | Martina | September 2016 | 2 | 106 | 144 |
322 | 2018-02-27 22:12:35 | Fallen For You | 4.40 | I hear your problems, I will wipe away a tear. I love you with all my heart, And that is my biggest fear. I can't get you out of my head, You're always around. Everywhere I look, In the sky and on the ground. You are there when I am about to sleep, And all throughout the night. You are there when I wake, You never leave my sight. You are always on my mind, And you have captured my heart. I am in love with you, And don't ever want to be apart. However, I am playing a game, That I cannot possibly win. As you are my best friend, And feeling for you is like a sin. It's a game of love roulette, And the gun is fully loaded. As loving a best friend is friendship suicide, So I'll make sure it's noted. I do this every time, It is nothing new. I have ruined things once again, All because I have fallen for you. |
Everyone has or will fall for a friend, and we all know it sucks hearing "I don't see you as more than a friend". | Josh Alker | January 2012 | 14 | 664 | 1254 |
323 | 2018-02-27 22:12:36 | Secretly In Love | 4.35 | You're asking why I care for you this way. You're asking how I could smile every day. Having you around makes my day smooth and easy Without you It's hard for me to end a day. If only I could say, "I've loved you since the day I met you." I always stare at you from afar. There's nothing I can do but keep it inside, Wishing that you would know the deep feelings I have. You're telling stories about the person you've met. You said that you're really in love, And it stopped my heart from beating. I said, "I'm happy for you," with a smile in my face, But what I have inside is a heart that keeps on crying. If only I could say, "I could be the one that could love you in a special way." There's nothing I can do but keep it this way, Wishing that you would know all the secrets I've kept, Secrets I've kept for our friendship to stay. |
"Loving a friend secretly is one of the hardest thing to deal with." Sacrifices are to be made. This poem is based on my experience during my college days. I kept hidden all of the feelings for four years and sacrificed those for the sake of our friendship. | Aj Regacho | February 2016 | 1 | 105 | 88 |
324 | 2018-02-27 22:12:41 | Just Friends | 4.34 | Every time I see you, It brightens up my day. I wish I could tell you, But I have no words to say. When I think about you, My heart just fills with glee. I dream of us together, How happy we would be. But that's all a dream, A wish that won't come true, A lie I won't believe Because I'm not with you. The problem is that I've fallen, fallen for you. | This is a poem that I wrote about my best guy friend. The problem is that I've fallen in love with him. | Olivia | February 2011 | 11 | 297 | 1282 |
325 | 2018-02-27 22:12:45 | I'm Sorry | 4.34 | I'm sorry for the things I've done I'm sorry for what was said I'm sorry for these words I write While lying here in bed. The thing I need to tell you is You mean so much to me But it hurts so much to realize There are things that you don't see. I wanted you to love me too I wanted you to care I wanted to belong with you I wanted to be a pair. But you made it fairly clear That you don't want the same And this, I know, is all my fault There's no one else to blame. So here I am apologizing Saying "sorry" with all my grace And I'm sorry to say that I'm too scared To say this to your face. visit M-Dog's site |
I was in love with my best friend. I thought we had a chance at first, but he then told me, in words no less painful, "I don't want to be with you." It hurt. A lot. And for a long time afterward, I was angry with him. But we're moving forward now, letting go and moving on, and this poem is to remind me that I'm partially responsible for what happened, too. | M-Dog | November 2011 | 3 | 269 | 581 |
326 | 2018-02-27 22:12:47 | Almost | 4.33 | As the cold wind of summer touches my face Thoughts of you linger on my head When the times I kept myself inside a cage I held myself back, and it's you I almost had I almost have you every time I'm feeling down You're almost here when I need you around I hear your voice every time I hear a sound Now an almost broken ME is what I found From the day you tap my shoulders Every star glows brighter And in those glows I want to stay forever Even if that means that I'll always be a dreamer It happened so fast I hope these good things last You easily accept me as your friend I wish you'll stay that way 'til the end Again, I'm not asking for more All I want is to keep you 'til forevermore 'Coz you're the only one that I adore With you my soul seems to soar You're like a star on a midnight sky And like a wind that I cannot tie Like a water that I cannot hold In short, you're like a dream that I cannot mold I know I have you But like the earth, I cannot own you Coz God made you similar to what I have to So in my dreams is where I could only keep you Though I can't always have what I wanted With what you are giving, I am content Just constantly remember That I'll always be by your side forever From the moment that I loved you I know chances are fewer than few Consequences I must know And my feelings must not show But this secret is just so hard to hide My heart is shouting from the inside Once and for all, somehow I gotta to let you know That my insane heart just can't let you go Accept me or reject me At least, at the very least I've made you see Somebody's here who's better than he could be Yet not given a chance to breathe free Years from now whenever I will pause While walking along the coast I'll laugh and remember when I got hurt the most By somebody that I had...almost!!! |
I wrote this on a cold summer noon... when finally I told her everything that she should know... though I know I could never have her.. at least she knew that my forbidden love for her exist. | Joh Pauig | April 2009 | 3 | 74 | 162 |
327 | 2018-02-27 22:12:50 | In Between | 4.27 | Between love and friendship I'm waving like a lost ship Between black and white Grey takes away my sight Between doubt and certitude How can I have such an attitude? I no more bear the confusion Tell me is it truth or illusion? I was dreaming when there came A strange feeling I can not name Since long you've been my only mate My soul only you can penetrate Inside me only you can see Like sugar in a cup of tea Like the door knows the key Like the flower waits the bee Today it is clearly seen In between I should never have been To a strong feeling you were blind Something your eyes no longer hide To your best friend love you can fake Not knowing his heart you can break |
it is a poem about the mixed feelings of friendship | Elhem Nejem | November 2008 | 2 | 106 | 371 |
328 | 2018-02-27 22:12:55 | Without You | 4.25 | All we'll ever be is friends. This I'm still trying to accept. It shouldn't be this way. You should be mine and only mine. I've wanted to tell you, but I just can't. You aren't the sweet girl I once knew. You've turned into a beast. And there's absolutely nothing I can do. That night changed everything. When he told you he loved you, You abandoned me as if I didn't matter. Now I'm sitting here alone in the dark, watching the old you slowly die. And watching me die too. This pain lingers around my heart. I can't live without you. And you don't even know... You never seem to notice... How I cringe when you kiss him. Or the reason why I despise him. You never seem to notice... The way I've protected you. Or the way I admire you. And most of all, You never seem to notice... The way I love you. |
This is a little thing I came up with in my spare time about a boy who likes a girl but she already has someone. | Amber | October 2009 | 1 | 29 | 147 |
329 | 2018-02-27 22:12:56 | Goodbye | 4.25 | I've been loving you for so long I've been dreaming of you all night long I keep telling myself some other time Maybe you will be mine I keep asking myself why Just because of this damn love I cry And now I have to let you fly Even if it means I'm going to die I love you that's true I want to be with you yes I do I want to feel being loved by you But that's just a dream that wont come true Now my love it's time to say goodbye I promise you will never see me cry But before I let you go I just want to say I love you so.. more by Karren |
Hi!! my name is Karen.. I'm 19. I wrote this poem when I was 15, I was so in love with my bestfriend back then and it's so hard for me to say that because I was afraid of risking the friendship. I had no choice but to forget my love for him and just be contented with what he can offer! | Karren | January 2009 | 1 | 67 | 351 |
330 | 2018-02-27 22:12:58 | My Best Friend Died | 4.44 | My best friend has gone away No more will we laugh and play No more games and whispered secrets shared No more comfort knowing she cared My best friend is dead and gone Never again to tag along With me to the park or mall Or have a sleepover or do anything at all I wish that I could have said goodbye Told her I would miss her; somehow I must try I have so much left to say I know! I will write my goodbye and send it her way In a note written down, then sent by fire and flame, In a bottle on the sea, or a gift by her grave Or perhaps I will whisper it, and send it on a prayer And imagine her reading it and knowing I care My best friend has died, nothing that can change. But at least now I have said goodbye Farewell, dear friend; I will hold your memory in my heart So as long as I live, we are never truly apart. |
My best friend died on my first day of school my sophomore year. It was very traumatic for me and my classmates. Our parents didn't seem to understand. I wrote this poem to help process the emotions I felt when my friend was torn from me so suddenly. | Alice Edwards | July 2015 | 3 | 420 | 333 |
331 | 2018-02-27 22:13:03 | Forever In My Heart | 4.42 | I miss your smile, I miss your laugh, I miss you, and that happiness you always had. But one day your smile had faded away, I still remember how I felt that day, Your warmth and comfort that was always near, Your life and joy seamed to disappear. You took your last breath, To end your suffering, If I said it hadn't affected me, I'd just be bluffing. If I could change everything, You know I would, I would change it for you, I know I should. But what if the sadness I had infected everyone else? What if like a disease it spread all about? Maybe I wouldn't do it, It would just be greedy, I'm sorry if I sound so desperate and needy, You have to see this is hard for me to get through. When every friend I had had was you. You left me! You forgot me! Take me with you! They say you're in a better place, and someday I'll be there too. I guess I'll wait for that someday, I can't do this to someone else, Put them through the pain, That truly doesn't have any gain, No matter what they say. I want to scream, I want to cry, I have gotten to low points, Where I just want to die. But the sad tears are gone, Now that the damage is done, And all I can do is smile, I can remember all of the fun, The fun we had when it was just you and me. I cry, but they're happy tears, when I'm looking back on all of our memories. |
A poem about my friend through everything, you are so very missed. | Gabi Abbott | January 2012 | 6 | 242 | 619 |
332 | 2018-02-27 22:13:08 | Always And Forever | 4.39 | Last night I found exactly what I was looking for, and it made me cry. I never expected such a large blow to my face, such an ache in my heart. I bit back the tears that welled in my eyes, sitting here in front of my computer, reading what you had to say. I'm sorry if I was ever the one that made you cry, or ever made you feel the least bit blue. I really am. Now that I reminisce about the past, the beginning days of our friendship are not clear to me, but vivid are the memories I cry to at night, the day that you spoke your last words to me. Maybe if I had known how much I'd miss you in the future, I'd call you back fast and apologize, but I didn't. Maybe it was my fault that our friendship was torn, maybe it was me who didn't try hard enough. Maybe it was my sense of pride that held me back from falling to my knees and begging for forgiveness. If that was the case, there are not enough words I can use to reprimand myself for being too proud, being too bold. But now that you are gone, that same shame keeps me from calling you and keeps me from hearing your voice that has haunted my thoughts so many years. If I had known how many long agonizing nights could have been spared, I would have bent over backwards not wanting to miss a single second when you spoke to me. It's true, what people say about not realizing how much you love someone 'till they're gone. That's exactly what I'm going thru right now. I know that I'm probably too late in telling you all of this, but the truth is that a secret this big can only be concealed for so long, and yet I've welled all of this up inside of me for four painful years. Now that I look back at all the memories we've shared, I regret taking all of them for granted, for those are the memories that I hold close to me now. And I know that now you have probably forgotten me and all that you recognize is a vast memory of who I used to be, but please know this: I will always and forever keep you close to my heart whenever and wherever I might be. I don't need an apology, and I don't need a goodbye, I just need to know that you'll be there the day that I die. This poem is our story... Our life...My love... F.V |
The pain of finding that you love someone only after you lost him. | Alexandra A. Herrarte | June 2007 | 1 | 109 | 274 |
333 | 2018-02-27 22:13:10 | Summer Vacation | 4.35 | I hope you really know How much I truly care Because when I'm away from you It's like something isn't there Like on this great vacation Where I'm having so much fun It feels like part of me is missing I wish that I could share this sun I've been wishing I could be with you Each and every day Because I trust that with you by my side Everything will always be okay I want to share this awesome experience With you and only you If I could, I'd capture every moment So you could live this, too In a box with sandy beaches I'd put the perfect skies of blue And I'd bottle up the endless ocean To bring it back for you I love you like a sister I hope that's something you'll never forget And I'll say I'm sorry now If I ever do something we'll regret You don't know how much I missed you And for that, I'm glad to be back Now I know for certain Forever our friendship will stay intact. more by Olivia |
I wrote this poem for my best friend over summer vacation. I wanted her to know that she is always in the back of my mind and I will always be there for her no matter what. | Olivia | July 2009 | 4 | 97 | 284 |
334 | 2018-02-27 22:13:11 | My Friend | 4.32 | So many memories of us growing up. We were inseparable, everyone called us the Bobsy twins. We were so much alike and yet so very different but that's what was so special about us, we knew our limits with one another. I knew just how to make you mad and also knew how to make you smile when you were down. We weren't just cousins we were best friends. We couldn't take a step forward if the other one wasn't there. So many secrets shared and still today I keep them locked inside of me forever. No one will ever know you better then me. I miss you so much my friend. Remember how we cried when I went away for the summer? We slowly drifted away in high school. I took you for granted and I am truly sorry. We almost became strangers. We are all grown up now with husbands and kids. You are 12 hours away now. I want to scream sometimes for you to come back. I know it's useless and it's not a reality. You won't come back soon. You have your own life now. I can't just drive to your house and tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting our friendship go. Maybe god is giving us a sign, to make us realize that our friendship is one in a million and maybe we shouldn't have let it go. Friends have come and gone but no one can replace my best friend. When you come back 4 years from now I promise we won't be strangers. Maybe not as silly as before but best friends we will be once more. Until that time comes I will be here missing my best friend. I love you, take care, and see you when you get home. |
It describes how much one cousin regrets taking their friendship for granted. Now that she wants to fix things it is to late because her cousin has moved to another state. | Diana | March 2009 | 0 | 63 | 195 |
335 | 2018-02-27 22:13:14 | Every Time I See You | 4.30 | Every time I see you, my heart melts with happiness. You make me laugh. You make my heart sing. Every time you talk to me, I feel speechless. Your voice is soft and sweet to me. It calms me in the worst of times. Every time you smile at me, I want to smile too. You brighten a dark day. You make the sun come out from behind the clouds in my heart. Now, you're gone. My heart is broken. Everything is crashing down on me. I need someone to take this weight off my shoulders. I need someone to dry my tears. Why did you have to go? I need you. I need your love. Life seems impossible without you. You are my sunshine. Now, the rain is pouring down. The clouds are black. A storm is approaching. Without you I am nothing. I need you to tell me that you love me. To hold me in your arms again. I need your comfort. Even though you are gone. Even though you have moved on, I will always love you. You will stay forever in my heart. |
My name is Samantha. This poem is about me and my best friend, Hannah, who moved away. Hannah and I used to do everything together. Not a moment was spent apart. We were just like sisters. We loved all the same things, and had such great times together. But Hannah moved very far away, and we haven't been able to keep in touch and now my heart is broken. I never had a friend as great as her. I love you Hannah! |
Samantha | August 2012 | 2 | 134 | 367 |
336 | 2018-02-27 22:13:19 | Missing You So Much | 4.29 | As I lay here on my bed listening to everybody talking my head is spinning with thoughts of you. I hear your voice throughout the day telling me you love me and that I'm the one for you. Over and over again I hear your voice and feel your arms wrapped around me but when I look around you're not here. I'm wishing you will realize soon that I do care. Wishing and hoping that someday soon we will be together again. I love you so much and I miss seeing you everyday and being next to you at night. You never come to see me anymore so I lay here in my bed crying because I miss you so much and I love you to. I wish I could see you like I use to but you won't let that happen and neither will she. I try to talk to you but you walk away. Tears form in my eyes and I start to cry. They say to forget about you but I don't know how. I miss hearing you say that you love me. I miss spending time with you everyday. I can't seem to get you out of my head. I love you baby and I miss you too. |
This poem is dedicated to: Chris my ex-boyfriend that I would do absolutely anything for... Lawrence an ex-boyfriend that has turned out to be a great friend to me... | Sami Johnson | November 2007 | 1 | 113 | 283 |
337 | 2018-02-27 22:13:24 | Friends | 4.26 | We are going to different high schools I know it will be hard we were best friends and now we are ripped apart I remember the good days we had throughout these 3 long years you were there when I was sad even when I was in tears But now it's all changed we can't be together anymore no more notebooks to exchange or laughter to adore No more inside jokes to hear or gossip in the hall now we have high school to fear and that's the worst of them all I will never forget that smile of yours and how it made me glad just remember you'll always be the bestest friend I've ever had |
When friends are separated through no fault of their own it is a great source of sadness. | Liz Beran | July 2007 | 9 | 56 | 549 |
338 | 2018-02-27 22:13:28 | Apart | 4.24 | we've always been together, we did everything with laughter, we thought it was forever. when I was in danger you knew how to ease my fear, you were always there to be my savior. at first we were strangers, until we became closer, and now we are together. but time flows like a river. it became complicated and faster, until we realized that we're older. and that is what is keeping us apart, I was here, and you were there. but I know we still care, but our friendship slowly fades in the air, how can it be so unfair?. can "our past" be also called "our future?" because I don't want to surrender the memories we've shared together. |
To my best friend who I miss even though I always see her. It's like there's a wall that's keeping us apart. So near yet so far... | Nyhc | April 2008 | 8 | 123 | 433 |
339 | 2018-02-27 22:13:31 | My Only One | 4.22 | going through our memories that's always what I do coz that's all you've left me just memories of you looking at your pictures just makes me smile coz looking at you makes my life worthwhile in my dreams, I wish that you're always there we'll never be apart we'll be together forever but now I must accept that now you are gone but in my heart you're still my only one more by Micheal Kenneth |
Memories of a deceased. For Miss Regina Madrilejos | Micheal Kenneth | February 2008 | 0 | 71 | 441 |
340 | 2018-02-27 22:13:33 | The Ballad Of Rum | 4.39 | A dog wandered into our garden one day, A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray. We never discovered whence he had come, But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum. Now as family members, even dogs must work hard, So we put Rum on duty next door in our yard, Bright eyed and watchful by night and by day, But not much of a guard dog, I'm sorry to say. He barked at the cats and he'd bark at a toad, He barked at the cattle outside on the road, He barked at the horses - so where did he fail? You see, Rum liked people, and he just wagged his tail. He liked the yard labour, an amiable bunch. They fed our dog tidbits and scraps from their lunch. Rum wolfed it all down, but to our dismay He seemed to get fatter with each passing day. Then one night when Rum was laid at his ease, A burglar crept in just as quiet as you please. He saw no alarms, heard now siren howling, No guard dog for sure, there'd be barking and growling. But Rum was awake and he'd seen him alright, Delighted with company this time of the night, He flew through the yard, his new friend to greet, And his weight bowled the burglar right off of his feet. The intruder got up and ran off with a wail And Rum right behind him still wagging his tail. He departed the yard he'd come in to burgle Like a champion athlete clearing a hurdle. But Rum couldn't jump gates, so sadly instead He picked up the thief's wallet and went back to bed. Next morning the evidence everyone viewed, When Rum brought it to us, (just a little bit chewed). Once given the wallet, the police didn't fail To capture the burglar and put him in jail. His confession like wildfire spread through the town, How a big vicious guard dog had knocked the thief down. We all howled with laughter when we heard the story, And Rum was our hero, he was basking in glory. There's been no attempts since to burgle our yard, For everyone knows now that Rum is on guard. |
A story based on a real dog who still watches over our yard in his own way. | Peter Wolveridge | December 2015 | 4 | 1263 | 479 |
341 | 2018-02-27 22:13:36 | My Five Kitty Cats | 4.18 | Buster, Sparkle, Newbie, Speedy and then there's Pixie our smallest kitty, One, two, three and four and five, they're so frisky, so alive. Sparkle is my number one, 14 years old and so much fun. Purrs and snuggles on my shoulder, she's getting slow and somewhat older. She meows for water from the sink, I turn it on, for her to drink. Speedy is my number two, proud and handsome, I tell you! He prances like a little pony, and you know what? That's no baloney. He guards the others from above, and sometimes gives a little shove. Newbie is my number three, chubby, plump as one can be. Always cleaning, always licking, he tries to run but his paws keep sticking. He keeps on searching for a hand, to scratch under his collar band. Buster is my number four, always eating, more and more. Loves to snack on lots of munchies, Tender Vittles and some crunchies. Begging, pleading, day and nights. "Give me crunchies, or I'll bite!" Pixie is my number five, She jumps, rolls over, takes a dive. Up my back, onto my shoulder, hoping I would grab and hold her. Then she jumps to catch a fly, She's four months old, my sweetie pie. Buster, Sparkle, Newbie, Speedy, and there's Pixie our smallest kitty. Five, four, three and two and one, I love my kitty cats, they're so much fun. |
My name is Suzanne. I was born in Belgium Europe in 1956.Married an American in 1978. I have two sons. 24 and 28 and five adopted cats.These cats keep me on my toes. Thank you for your interest. | Suzanne Hofbauer | May 2008 | 10 | 990 | 1554 |
342 | 2018-02-27 22:13:37 | The Benefits Of Exercise | 4.18 | All my life I've been extra large, plus I'm known as a very large fellow. I would easily pass as a school district bus If somebody painted me yellow. "No secret to losing weight," I've been told. "Just cut the fat from your diet." "Get up and about even if it's cold." Once again, I decided to try it. But jogging was something senseless to me, And riding a bike seemed insane. Joining a gym involved a large fee, And lifting weights was a pain. So for exercise I choose horseback riding. It's fun and easier than it sounds. It's a very effective form of dieting 'Cause my horse lost forty pounds. more by Alan Balter |
Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I wrote "The Benefits of Exercise" because I have struggled to lose weight all of my life. I figure I have gained and lost about a thousand pounds as I yoyo up and down. Finally, at age 77, I have once again reached my target weight; still, when I look in the mirror it is not a pretty sight. | Alan Balter | October 4, 2017 | 0 | 184 | 34 |
343 | 2018-02-27 22:13:38 | Fecal Farm | 4.05 | My horse is there in front of me Clip-cloppin' down the road. He stops and flips his tail straight up And drops another load. My cows dump in the meadow, My chickens foul their coop, And flies are buzzin' 'round and 'round Eatin' all that poop. The sheep are out there bleatin'... I gotta' get a grip! The stupid things are standin' Knee-deep in their dip! I swear on this here farm There's every barnyard species, And each and every one of them Is makin' tons of feces. I'm tired of smellin' livestock. I'd like to take a nap. But I can't sleep 'cause I dream of Hogs wallowin' in their crap. Now my wife is in the kitchen Cookin' soup du jour, But nothin' smells real good to me; I'm surrounded by manure. more by Kenneth J. Miller |
As I was preparing my garden, I thought perhaps I should get some fertilizer. So I went to a friend's farm nearby where I filled my pick-up truck with a mix of animal waste. My friend raises many kinds of animals for his traveling zoo: common animals such as horses, cows, sheep, goats and chickens; and exotic ones such as ostriches and peacocks. While unloading this mix, and nearly smothering in its stench, I kept thinking of funny lines. Finally, I quit and sat down to write Fecal Farm. |
Kenneth J. Miller | September 2011 | 0 | 77 | 329 |
344 | 2018-02-27 22:13:44 | Lady Gagas Dress | 4.04 | I was at home watching TV flicking the channels what could I see lady gaga got an award and as she got out of her seat I was amazed she was wearing a dress made of meat I thought if its good for gaga its good for me I was down the butchers by half past three stood at the counter clothes round my feet I said have you something to fit me that's stylish and neat he held up a chipolata cheeky sod hey this is what I was gifted from god well I got pork chops for pants and rump for a hat turkey trousers and a sausage cravat when he was finished I minced down the street walking on kidneys made for my feet but soon in the heat I started to foam then I walked passed the stray dog home well there was chaos I tried to run as German Sheppard pulled the steak from my bum a sausage dog grabbed my sausage a basset my chops it was such chaos I emptied the shops so my friends if a meat dress your tempted to make take it from me its a big big mis- steak. |
I'm a busy nurse I find poems just pop into my head I started putting them on Facebook my friends seemed to like them so I thought I'd put them on your site hope you like | Gary Wickson | April 2011 | 1 | 151 | 268 |
345 | 2018-02-27 22:13:46 | Green | 4.03 | Green is so important Because we see it all around It's up very high on the trees And on the grass that is on the ground Green is the colour of The plants that grow in the south It's also the colour of a Brussels sprout That I refuse to put in my mouth Green is on the traffic light When the cars can go All the green disappears When it starts to snow The most important thing about the colour green Is because of my mother NO she is not green It's her favourite colour more by Nela |
My poetry is me!!! I love to write poems... Marinela Reka | Nela | April 2009 | 1 | 373 | 523 |
346 | 2018-02-27 22:13:51 | The Ballad Of The Turkey | 3.89 | As I walked along the road one day Kicking up stones along the way, I saw a bird of unusual size Who had a large beak and small, beady eyes. He strutted about and ruffled his wings Then he did the most ominous thing. He let out a screech and puffed out his chest I wanted to run from this evil pest. As this bird's mighty exterior did appear The inside of my chest was filled with fear. He put one talon forward, the other one next This troublesome bird was making me vexed. I then did something that was a great chance. I kicked a stone at him to stop his advance. He then chased the stone, oh joy of great joys! I felt myself one of the luckiest boys! Around the corner I ran, straight to my home, Leaving that bird confused and alone. Don't befriend a turkey (for that's what he was) Or he will attack you simply because. |
A cute poem about a turkey | G Yates | February 2006 | 3 | 463 | 1188 |
347 | 2018-02-27 22:13:52 | Spring Is Just Okay | 3.88 | Spring has sprung, the time has come, for the greening of the trees A time of change, renewal and growth for my allergies Like everything else in this great world, Spring has its pluses and minuses But its features are quite singular when it comes to my poor sinuses A beautiful time of blossoms and buds, new branches and blue skies But I can't enjoy them one little bit through my oozing, watery eyes A neti pot, a nasal rinse, I'll try them, yes I will I'll even take a 24-hour non-drowsy worthless pill So listen cheerleaders of flowers and sun, to you I must disclose Spring is not great for all of us, especially my nose |
Everyone is excited about Spring...even me to some extent. But there is a darker side. | Phil Cornish | May 2014 | 0 | 157 | 144 |
348 | 2018-02-27 22:13:57 | King For A Day | 3.86 | I'm resting here quite regally The feature of the table Surrounded by potatoes that I'd taste if I were able. My subjects, scrubbed and beaming, Circle round the royal platter They seem to be adoring me But something is the matter. See me basking in the candlelight My skin so nicely tanned The reason for this treatment I do not understand. While I'd love to peck that dish of corn And gobble down a berry I find this jolly atmosphere To be a trifle scary. These human creatures were my friends They filled me up with bread But now I have suspicions that They're cannibals instead! Jo McNally - 10/25/97 |
Here is a new slant on your Thanksgiving table. | Jo McNally | October 2013 | 1 | 150 | 49 |
349 | 2018-02-27 22:14:01 | Mary Had A Little Lamb | 3.79 | Mary had a little lamb And a baked potato. Mary had a salad too, Of lettuce and tomato. Mary asked for wine to drink, So Daddy poured her some. But Mommy said, "If you drink that, I'll whip your little bum!" So Mary chose dessert instead; She had a choice to make: Should I have a slice of pie, Or a piece of cake? But Mary couldn't quite decide, So she took a bite of each. It seemed the pie was rancid plum, And the cake was rotted peach. She gagged and spat the gross stuff out, And hurled on the floor. 'twas then her mother grabbed her hair And threw her out the door. more by Kenneth J. Miller |
I often read nursery rhymes to my grandchildren but they showed little emotion when I did. Therefore, I decided to write the rhymes in a more humorous way. They appear to be enjoying my little rhymes very much now. "Awesome, Grandad. You're funny." I've written a number of these comic/satirical rhymes. I hope you like this one. If so, I'll send more later. | Kenneth J. Miller | August 2011 | 0 | 113 | 328 |
350 | 2018-02-27 22:14:02 | The Life Of A Cupcake | 4.35 | They put me in the oven to bake. Me, a deprived and miserable cake. Feeling the heat, I started to bubble. Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble. They opened the door and I started my life. Frosting me with a silver knife, Decorating me with candy jewels. The rest of my batch looked like fools. Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper. Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her. Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside, This was the day this cupcake died. |
I was in class one day and I got bored and was really hungry, so I decided to write a poem about what I was craving at the time!! | Shelby Greer | May 2014 | 11 | 6972 | 5630 |
351 | 2018-02-27 22:14:04 | Happy Trails To Cancer Shirt | 4.15 | It was purchased just for you, when you're happy or you're blue, you can wear it on your head, 'round the house or in your bed, you can wear it in the dark, while you're strolling in the park. You can wear it going to Church, or by the tele watching Lurch, you could wear it to do the wash, or when cooking stew or squash. Frosty Freeze is like Carvel, always had this great old smell, frozen custard, ain't it grand, lots of trips to that old stand, Werner Brooks and A & W, didn't have Wawa or VW. Thought this shirt might have some power, to take old cancer to the shower, to make you laugh and push that bug, with a big old "Frap" and a giant mug. Whatever it does, it's inspired from above, and sent from your brother with a whole lot of LOVE. |
I am the older brother to my little sister who has throat cancer. We grew up in southern New Jersey. I moved away when I was 18 to California. My sister Susan remained there. I found out 2 months ago that she had been diagnosed. I write her every day, sending her many uplifting poems and writings of encouragement. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to share my poem with others. |
Sam French | February 2011 | 8 | 278 | 1148 |
353 | 2018-02-27 22:14:10 | Missing | 4.09 | I've hunted near, I've hunted far I even looked inside my car. I've lost my glasses, I'm in need, To have them now so I can read. I loudly swear and I curse Did I leave them in my purse? Are they behind the sofa, under the bed? Oh there they are - on my head! | I often make up poems whilst I am asleep, how this happens, I am not sure. I just dream them up then as soon as I wake in the morning I have to write them down. This is one of them. | Anne Scott | May 2014 | 2 | 1172 | 1583 |
354 | 2018-02-27 22:14:14 | Wind In The Pillows | 4.09 | You will not believe it when I tell you now What happened last night, more importantly how. My husband and I traveled right 'round the globe With nothing to wear but a fluffy bathrobe. It all came about due to eating for tea. Baked beans for him and baked beans for me. Now many would think that this meal would be fine, But what happened next will soon change your mind. It all came about as we climbed into bed, But on this occasion - both comfortably fed. The window was open, which made us decide To tuck in the blanket on every side. Which did just the trick to shut out the cold But reason somewhat for what now would unfold. It started quite quietly, with just the odd 'pop!' But shortly we realized we both couldn't stop. You'd think it would end shortly after it starts, But not on this evening and not with these farts. They rumbled and rasped and bubbled and blew. Some sounds were familiar and some were brand new. Then slowly at first, but quite soon at a pace The blanket was rising and filling the space. Up to the ceiling and with nowhere to spread, It took on the weight and lifted the bed. Floating out of the window and over the house These words could be heard from my panicking spouse. "This cannot be happening; this must be a dream! Sometimes our encounters are not what they seem!" But this was quite real - our trumps made us fly! We were riding a mattress incredibly high. Our bottoms kept burping; we weren't coming down. We started to drift and pass over the town. We got to the coast and our bowels still had motion, So onwards we flew now crossing the ocean. We passed over France and guilt was soon felt That the Rhine and Louvre now both badly smelt. We blushed over Egypt - they had us to thank As due to our tooting their pyramids stank. We cruised over Brussels and what we pumped out Had the suitable scent of a moldy old sprout. As we crossed the North Pole we thought, "Surely enough?" But while waving to elves we continued to guff. My husband now braver, enjoying the ride, Had the cheeky idea to hotbox his bride. The stench hit me hard, like a slap in the face. I'd liken the smell to a plumber's briefcase. Not one for revenge, but I thought only fair That my husband should enjoy this botty cough air. The odor was pungent, like stinky cheese mold. It crept up our nostrils and knocked us out cold. When we stirred hours later, 'twas tricky to spy Our exact new location; we both had pink eye. Where were we now? We both didn't know. As we looked, we were shocked to see our house below. The neighbors peeked out as our bed floated down. I was glad I was wearing my best dressing gown. Here at the original scene of the crime As though we had be there the entire time. We'd learnt a good lesson, I would have said - Not to eat so many beans before bed. more by Samantha G. Faulkner |
I won't tell you what inspired me to write this poem, but let's just say that it came to me one night. | Samantha G. Faulkner | December 11, 2017 | 0 | 237 | 53 |
355 | 2018-02-27 22:14:18 | Inelegant | 4.02 | It is time To rhyme a rhyme A poem I must write Pen is poised But so much noise My mind is like a kite Poetry As you shall see For me is like a fight I insist I clench my fist I better do this right I try this And I try that I try with all my might Coffee cup Time's almost up I will be up all night No delay It's due today It's dawn, I see the light Much time spent Inelegant Please understand my plight So Here ya go You need to know Submitted filled with fright |
I was required to write a poem for an English literature class. I was short on time and have barely a smidgen of experience in poetry. I wanted to write something elegant. This is what I ended up with. | Vicki L. Stafford | October 2015 | 3 | 480 | 654 |
356 | 2018-02-27 22:14:19 | War Of The Words | 3.96 | Our English language? A curious thing! Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing, Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush, And why is a rear called a toosh, not a tush? What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten? And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n? Do women count coins when they go through their change? Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange? You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter, And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter. If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd? And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"? Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word... Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird! You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe, And why do we go to the bathroom... to go? Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same, And dick can be naughty unless it's your name! So if you love words and you don't take them lightly, You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly! |
My dad was a wonderful poet. "Take a bag of colored words" he wrote, "and stretch them out in rows... balance each and every line, that's how a poem grows". Simple. Uncontrived. With clever and perfect rhymes. I inherited his love of poetry and was soon writing my own. And I've learned from the best... Dorothy Parker, Cole Porter, Tom Lehrer, and Daddy. | Wendy Clay | May 2014 | 1 | 224 | 476 |
357 | 2018-02-27 22:14:22 | Time | 3.95 | The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday, "What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away. It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes, It's time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes. Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a hair, depending on the zone, or whether daylights savings there. Time is measured many ways from minutes to months, Time is what keeps everything from happening at once! A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun, Clocks and calenders alike, all scheduled by the sun. Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be denied, a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide. If there ever comes a time when time will be no more, I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before. Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time... Had we started earlier, we'd be finished with this rhyme. |
I hope you enjoy :) | Erin Friedrichs | March 2010 | 8 | 701 | 1224 |
358 | 2018-02-27 22:14:25 | Mary And The Mouse | 3.95 | It started all so sweetly, Mary and the mouse It took a while to realize she had company in the house And Tess, she didn't worry She didn't even care When Mickey shared her dinner She never turned a hair But then he got quite cheeky And some would say too brave The noise that mouse was making Was like a rodent rave He left no signs of presence Not even one small crap But Mary knew the time was nigh She'd have to get a trap She got ones that would snap shut She got some that were sticky But which of these would do the trick And put an end to Mickey? She laced the traps with biscuits And then she tried some cheese That mouse was having none of it He was a little tease One day she thought she'd got him Those traps they never fail But Mary soon found out that Mickey Only lost his tail He's moved into the bathroom That mouse sure is no dope He knows if he gets peckish He can nibble on the soap The story's far from over The war has just begun 'cos Mary just will not give up Until this battle's won She's calling in the experts To come and do their best As nothing else has helped her To get rid of this pest And if when she returns from Oz Mickeys eyes they do not bat There's only one more thing to do She'll have to get a cat! |
This poem is about a house mouse my mother could not get rid of no matter what she tried. Her dog Tess, must have liked his company because he didn't seem to bother her! | Trish Moyles | September 2012 | 2 | 213 | 416 |
359 | 2018-02-27 22:14:30 | The Glass Eye | 3.80 | The joke was very funny She laughed a lot of tears When suddenly her eye fell out And landed in her beer She fished around with her pudding spoon But it just stared back Through the beery gloom She tried again with her fountain pen but she only saw it Now and then What to do She tried to decide Pondered and pondered Sighed and sighed In a fit of madness She downed her drink Swallowed her eye With not even a blink She rang her doctor In a fit of remorse Who simply advised her "Let nature take its course" I believe she's still waiting It's playing hide and seek So she's had to buy another eye To see her through the week |
Hi, I am a mother, grandmother and foster mother. I love writing amusing poetry to entertain my family and friends. This particular poem is based upon an old friend whose glass eye would regularly fall out or turn back to front at the most inconvenient times. Luckily she had a good sense of humour! | Patricia A Stephens | May 2014 | 0 | 206 | 411 |
360 | 2018-02-27 22:14:32 | My One-Eyed Love | 4.30 | I've fallen in love- I don't know why I've fallen in love with a girl with one eye. I knew from the start. It was plain to see That this wonderful girl had an eye out for me She's charming and witty and jolly and jocular Not what you'd expect from a girl who's monocular. Of eyes - at the moment - she hasn't full quota But that doesn't change things for me one iota. It must be quite difficult if you're bereft. If your left eye is gone and your right eye is left. But she's made up her mind. She's made her decision. She can see it quite clearly in 10/20 vision. She'll not leave me waiting, not left in the lurch If she looks slightly sideways she'll see me in church. I'll marry my true love who's gentle and kind. And thus prove to everyone that loves not quite blind. |
The poem is an amusing reflection on attitudes to disability and love. Actually, it's funnier than that sounds. | Andrew Jefferson | May 2014 | 0 | 1164 | 717 |
361 | 2018-02-27 22:14:35 | A Night With My Lady | 4.18 | Her body glistens in the light I urge to play with her all night I pick her up and hold her steady Take a deep breath, we both are ready. I run one hand up her long neck Just touching her makes me euphoric Across her body, my right hand goes I've been practicing, believe me, it shows. Her body glistens in the light I urge to play with her all night I pick her up and hold her steady Take a deep breath, we both are ready. Another deep breath, the tension mounts Have to stay focused, every moment counts I am ready lets get movin' Here it goes, we both start groovin'. Her body glistens in the light I urge to play with her all night I pick her up and hold her steady Take a deep breath, we both are ready. I start out slow to get in the swing As I do she starts to sing The sounds and feelings grow more immense The movements, become more intense. Her body glistens in the light I urge to play with her all night I pick her up and hold her steady Take a deep breath, we both are ready. She screams and screams, while I am gropin' My heart stops as I see the door open My mom walks in and with a frown Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down. |
Jared M. Stein | October 2008 | 7 | 848 | 1831 | |
362 | 2018-02-27 22:14:40 | Xbox Vs Me | 4.10 | I don't have a controller, And I don't have a screen, I don't need to be plugged in, I'm not grey and green. I can't make sound effects, Or visuals that are fantastic, You can't put me on a shelf, Because I'm not made of plastic. However, I do have curves, Will keep you entertained all the same, You can't insert a disc, But we can make our own little game. | My Ex and I had an ongoing joke that he loved his Xbox more than me, and this is just a little poem about that. | Sarah Allen | August 2011 | 3 | 378 | 527 |
363 | 2018-02-27 22:14:41 | Love | 4.09 | When darkness falls and we're apart Can love heal this lonely heart I love you dearly that I do Sleep is good when dreaming of you With all my love I give to you You are so sweet I know not how I'm with you Read the first word of every line lol | I wrote this in the 7th grade and now out of high school I found it and I believe it to be a sweet funny poem. | Michael Lish | August 2010 | 5 | 365 | 1515 |
364 | 2018-02-27 22:14:43 | Puberty Love Poem | 4.09 | Last year I thought that you were icky as I ate my glue, But this year I can see that I have greatly misjudged you. Your retainer gleams with moonlight beams when you smile in my direction. I can see through greasy hair that we have a connection. My armpit hair is growing just as fast as our romance, And now that I'm like 5 foot 5 I think I have a chance. There's something about my love for you that others just don't get. The things I like about you are as many as my zits. I've not seen you for a while now and I hope you're doing well, Because I think my armpits have a very lonely smell. If I were left without you I would have a heart attack, So let me serenade you with this song from Nickleback. You want to play Diablo with me? I hope you won't mind. I think you would be purple, you're a legendary find. I want to see your visage more than any other faces, 'Cause like my Warcraft druid, you have charmed me with your graces. You're beautiful, you're wonderful, you make my heart go boom, Just like the can of Axe I unleashed upon this room. I know that you will love me, and I know it will be neat, Because my shampoo label says, "Rinse, attract, repeat." Though I may be awkward, this poem may be weird, And my good side may be tough to see through my patchy beard, My mind is going crazy, but one thing is true: My random hormones have paired me with you. more by Mitch Jones |
I am a 20 year old college student majoring in elementary education. A friend of mine told me to write a poem about change, and this was the first thing that came to mind. I enjoy long walks to the campus cafeteria, playing the ukulele, fresh bread, and bell peppers. | Mitch Jones | May 2014 | 0 | 139 | 233 |
365 | 2018-02-27 22:14:45 | Men | 4.01 | They do it without realizing, They don't really have a clue, Reading between the lines, Is something they just can't do. When there is an argument, They think they're always right, No matter what we say or do, They didn't start the fight. They blame it on our hormones, And never take the rap, If they call us moody bitches, Then they get a slap. more by Jessica Miles | I wrote this after a misunderstanding with my partner, I'm sure there are many women who think the same. | Jessica Miles | February 2011 | 2 | 198 | 749 |
366 | 2018-02-27 22:14:50 | Nothin Like A Fifth Grade Crush | 3.96 | There's nothin like a fifth grade crush. When you see that girl it's such a rush. She's playin hop-scotch with her two best friends Her hair flowin so wild in the crisp autumn wind. She is like an angel in your eye Wherever she walks the sun will shine. Her beauty is that of the most pleasant flower Just to have one minute with her shall seem like a hour. So go talk to her you coward, is what you say in your mind, but all you can do is just rub your eyes. This girl you see has got you in a trance Your head all caught up in this puppy love romance. So who knows just go and give it a chance. You never know what she might think of you so just walk up to her and play it cool. But all you can feel is the sweat dripping from your hands, your getting all nervous, your doomed! You have no plan! So as you gather your courage and your chest begins to swell, Ring! Ring! Ring! Thank you Jesus for they have rang the bell. |
Aaron M. Delao | October 2008 | 19 | 171 | 881 | |
367 | 2018-02-27 22:14:55 | All About Girls | 3.72 | Girls! They protect you! Mind you, correct you! In ways you never thought of, They enslave you, caress you! You do whatever they say, Sometimes they confuse you! Right then it gets real bad, Misconceptions they kill you! You give them all, You're taken to the mall, Spend all your money, Until you fall! They flirt, tiny skirts! Eyes blink, you're alert! Black magic, their mastered skill! New guys like contraception pills! Some naughty, some innocent, What lies deep inside, Is the killer sense! Oh they messed me up! Damn I now trust this bub, Sitting here golden cheers! Girls! Girls! Girls! visit Fiazio's site |
All About girls, how they came, how they used the money, facilities that a girl gets off her boy. The sudden change that they show when they think they need another. This ones all about the flirts! | Fiazio | September 2008 | 4 | 193 | 1681 |
368 | 2018-02-27 22:15:00 | Boys, Boys, Boys | 3.55 | Boys boys boys Tried them all Every age every color They are so mysterious But all from the same kind Very easy to find Everywhere every place I had with them the same case Relationships with them don't have a base They just want fun They want to show off While their parents cough They want to be rich And from a girl's money snitch They think every girl is a bitch Most of them are gays Hiding behind the sun rays Denying what everyone says Getting a girlfriend to look normal Some guys think they can buy a girl with their car or money This what is really funny I don't care about money I want to sit under the tree when it is so sunny I don't want to eat honey I would rather eat leaves than being with a guy whose a bunny I want to feel free yet feel jealous for I don't want my boyfriend to play with another four I don't want boys anymore Every time I decide to stop another car passes by Interrupt my life then continue its way They are all sick-minded who think of a girl like shit On her they go and bet And trap her in their dirty net They don't know the definition of love It's not in their dictionary They never take a relationship seriously They take it as a game Girls never take it the same After they breakup they never remember their ex-girlfriend's name While she cries under the rain wondering if he is doing the same He is with his new poor girlfriend who doesn't know he'll leave her soon Guys just think of sex After they make a girl their girlfriend, this is what they want next They think they are so clever to trick any girl They make their sexy looks for attraction And these winks to show a girl that they like her But in fact these are all lies Guys are all ice With no feelings so cold They are so bold So arrogant in a way you think they are so rich But in a night they can sleep with a hundred bitch They need to be hanged with a hitch Boys boys boys In every girl's life, you are the source of noise. |
After all my experiences with boys , I wrote this poem to show all the kinds of boys are what? | Youshi Al Rousan | April 2011 | 1 | 55 | 278 |
369 | 2018-02-27 22:15:02 | The Louis Moinet Watch In The Glass Display | 3.41 | I am not really a watch lover I could just settle with a no-brander Which I have been wearing for a 7-year To replace it with a better watch was never Until I was told about the Louis Moinet watch That stirs my curiosity and interest to botch And when I finally saw it I was debauched Want it to strap around my arm as a wristwatch But it has to remain behind the glass window Beyond my possession or borrow For I could not afford this gold Guess I should just admire it afar until it's sold |
To fall in love is a beautiful feeling. But having to force yourself to fall out of love is painful... | Elise Loh | June 2010 | 0 | 12 | 100 |
370 | 2018-02-27 22:15:05 | The Three Little Pigs | 4.43 | The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous. However, Now and then, to break this rule, One meets a pig who is a fool. What, for example, would you say, If strolling through the woods one day, Right there in front of you you saw A pig who'd built his house of STRAW? The Wolf who saw it licked his lips, And said, 'That pig has had his chips.' 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' The little pig began to pray, But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, 'Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!' And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last. Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated. Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted Another little house for pigs, And this one had been built of TWIGS! 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' The Wolf said, 'Okay, here we go!' He then began to blow and blow. The little pig began to squeal. He cried, 'Oh Wolf, you've had one meal! Why can't we talk and make a deal? The Wolf replied, 'Not on your nelly!' And soon the pig was in his belly. 'Two juicy little pigs!' Wolf cried, 'But still I'm not quite satisfied! I know how full my tummy's bulging, But oh, how I adore indulging.' So creeping quietly as a mouse, The Wolf approached another house, A house which also had inside A little piggy trying to hide. 'You'll not get me!' the Piggy cried. 'I'll blow you down!' the Wolf replied. 'You'll need,' Pig said, 'a lot of puff, And I don't think you've got enough.' Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew. The house stayed up as good as new. 'If I can't blow it down,' Wolf said, I'll have to blow it up instead. I'll come back in the dead of night And blow it up with dynamite!' Pig cried, 'You brute! I might have known!' Then, picking up the telephone, He dialed as quickly as he could The number of red Riding Hood. 'Hello,' she said. 'Who's speaking? Who? Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?' Pig cried, 'I need your help, Miss Hood! Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?' 'I'll try of course,' Miss Hood replied. 'What's on your mind...?' 'A Wolf!' Pig cried. 'I know you've dealt with wolves before, And now I've got one at my door!' 'My darling Pig,' she said, 'my sweet, That's something really up my street. I've just begun to wash my hair. But when it's dry, I'll be right there.' A short while later, through the wood, Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood. The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze, And yellowish, like mayonnaise. His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw, And spit was dripping from his jaw. Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers. She draws the pistol from her knickers. Once more she hits the vital spot, And kills him with a single shot. Pig, peeping through the window, stood And yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!' Ah, Piglet, you must never trust Young ladies from the upper crust. For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes, Not only has two wolfskin coats, But when she goes from place to place, She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE. more Roald Dahl |
This poem was published in Revolting Rhymes, a collection of six Roald Dahl poems published in 1982. Each poem is a parody of a traditional folk tale. He provides a re-interpretation and surprise ending instead of the traditional happily-ever-after ending. In this poem with gory twists, Roald Dahl combines the characters in the Three Little Pigs story with Little Red Riding Hood. | Roald Dahl | 0 | 2313 | 346 | |
371 | 2018-02-27 22:15:08 | Smart Phone - Dumb User | 4.25 | My new phone is "smart." I guess that I'm not. Amazing what all this here smart phone has got. TV and Weather and Internet, too. There's just no limits to what it can do. Check my blood pressure and my temperature Without even probing all my apertures. I now know the time in Paris or Greece. I can track the migration of thousands of geese Or find Chinese food; it's here on this map. Oops, my finger just slipped, now where was that at? A camera...a CAMERA! Now I can take shots Of everyone I know (who'd rather I not). Push this here button and take me a "selfie." (If it had a nose would this thing take a "smellfie"?) Email to pester with, video to shoot, Maps to drive 'round with, wow that's a hoot! A compass to guide me home if I'm lost. Thank God work paid for this thing (what it COSTS!). The things that it does would amaze Mr. Bell. What he would have thought of it, no one can tell, But one question's still stuck in my middle-aged craw. Despite all the gizmos that strike me with awe, They're fun and they're useful and "techy" and all ...But how do I just simply make a phone call? more by Rick W. Cotton |
As I grow older, I find that technology gets more and more frightening, every day. Maybe I should go live in the woods. | Rick W. Cotton | December 23, 2017 | 1 | 1193 | 97 |
372 | 2018-02-27 22:15:13 | Dead Is Dead | 4.10 | When somebody dies, folks hardly ever say "dead." They prefer "expired" or "departed" instead. Most of the euphemisms don't do any harm, Like "biting the dust" or "buying the farm." There are "fallen off the perch" and "given up the ghost." "Taking a dirt nap" is one I like most. "Kicked the oxygen habit" and "gone offline" Are a couple favorites of mine. How about "at room temperature" or "fell off the twig," "Wearing a toe tag" or "played his last gig"? "Bought a pine condo" and "six feet under," "Became a root inspector" makes one wonder. Try "went belly up" and "bit the biscuit." "Laid down his burden" and never missed it. "Gone to his maker" and "out of print," "In a horizontal phone booth" for a permanent stint. "Defunct," "extinct," and "in the crisper." Most say 'em no louder than a whisper "Gone to sleep city" and "passed his sell by date," "Cashed in his chips at the pearly gate." Now we could go on, but you get the point. Have a fun in life before "checking out of this joint," And should you come to my funeral, don't bring a thing. Just sit back and listen to the fat lady sing. more by Alan Balter |
When my father died some 30 years ago, his brother called and told me my dad had "expired." I wondered why he just didn't tell me he died. Since that time I have collected a list of euphemisms available for those who find it difficult to inform someone of a close relative's death by telling how it is. I find some of them quite funny, and perhaps you will too. I hope to hear from you sometime before I "occupy a horizontal phone booth." |
Alan Balter | April 19, 2017 | 1 | 554 | 182 |
373 | 2018-02-27 22:15:18 | Requiem For Old Shoes | 4.04 | They looked good, at first, together, tight laced and polished smart, but wear and tear destroyed them: A tale to break your heart! They cannot speak, for their tongues are torn, yet leathery wrinkles convey that treatment is rough and times are tough, being trod on, day after day. Down at heel, scuffed at toe and moving 'mongst the low, their soles both left their bodies 'cause the stitches, all, did go. Soil, not socks, now fills them and hollow are their eyes, within a peaceful garden each flower atop them sighs. |
I would have described this poem as sentimental rather than funny. Though I suppose you could say mock-sentimental. It originally came from an exercise, in a creative writing group, which was to describe a pair of old shoes, so the reader thought of death, without that word being mentioned. The original version perhaps did that best with the first line - "They walked through life together" and another line about corpses cold. However the death stipulation is unnecessary here. |
Robert Armitage | May 2014 | 2 | 207 | 135 |
374 | 2018-02-27 22:15:19 | The Horse Ride | 4.02 | Taking a romantic ride today, We sat upon the wagon. Suddenly the horse lifted his tail And we heard a roaring dragon! The deafening sound hurt my ears And the smell burned the hairs in my nose. My girlfriend sat and glared at me. Somehow my fault I suppose. It was my idea to take the ride, But how was I to know? It really wasn't in my plans; Didn't know the horse would blow. The noise and the smell were bad enough, As the wind blew quickly by. But I think the very worst of it, Was the brown stuff in my eye. My girlfriend's face turned angry red. So I figured I wouldn't dare, Advise her of the smelly pieces Of horse stuff in her hair. The horse finally stopped; my girl ran away, Stubbornly lifting her chin. I think that horse was enjoying himself, Cause I'm sure I saw him grin. A lesson learned for me today. Although I must confess, I laughed so hard I nearly cried As I wiped away the mess. more by Annabel Sheila |
This poem is a lyrical laugh! I hope it makes people smile. | Annabel Sheila | August 2008 | 4 | 224 | 1143 |
375 | 2018-02-27 22:15:23 | Archemedes Was All Wet | 4.01 | King Hero of old Syracuse had doubts that made him frown. "Perhaps my goldsmith did not use pure gold to make the crown." Since proof of mischief must be strong to put a thief in collar, The king who feared his judgment wrong called on his science scholar. "Archimedes, friend of old, find me the solution! Is my crown pure solid gold, or is that an illusion?" The scholar's task was serious; he struggled hard with math. His mind was near delirious until he poured his bath. He noticed how the water pushed him up as he stepped in. He thought about it harder as he stroked his bearded chin. "The weight of displaced liquid should always let me know When any golden solid has a density too low!" "Eureka!", he resounded. "I have such a clever mind". Yet his claim was unfounded 'cause he left his clothes behind! |
After spending over 40 years as an academic and industrial research chemist, I have become intrigued with the large number of important scientific discoveries that have been advanced through serendipity and humor. Most of the chemists and physicists that I have had the pleasure to work with could easily start a second career as stand-up comedians. The public at large, especially young people, need to know that working as a scientist, although very challenging, is never dull or boring! |
Robert Z | May 2014 | 0 | 56 | 138 |
376 | 2018-02-27 22:15:28 | Topsy Turvy Land | 4.00 | To see the land of Topsy-Turvy I was very surprised You will be in amazement When you see it with your eyes, The sun used to rise in west Children used to go to school at night During the day, people used to rest, The moon had its own light! The people used to walk on hands and that too on walls, Isn't this a weird land Where boys love to play with dolls! Women used to wear bindi on chin Lipstick was worn by boys! The plants could grow without water The cat was chased by the mouse Blacksmith's work was done by a potter Instead of people, animals used to live in house! Animals used to have humans as pet And discount rates were high, To eat pedigree humans used to get Instead of eagle, ostrich would fly. Roots prepared food instead of leaves, The most free creatures were bees. Ants were bigger than elephants Beggars were plump and fat, Adults used to cry like infants And rich used to wear rags. Gum was used to break things and Seconds were larger than minutes, So peculiar would this land be And this land of our creations!!! |
This is a poem the land of Topsy Turvy!!!! | Agrawal | May 2014 | 0 | 86 | 277 |
377 | 2018-02-27 22:15:32 | Ripped Pants, Broken Heart | 3.99 | I lived my life, I tried my best to follow all my dreams. My great endeavors were forever bursting at the seams. And though I tried to love what's mine, I failed and I confess My bony knees made pants like these suffer much distress I heard a tearing sound, and I thought it was my heart When I looked down with a frown, my pants did fall apart. The ripping sound was not around at the greatest time For when my knee skin felt cold air, it was less than sublime And now I live my life, knee bare against the world alone. Now everyone can plainly see my pale skin, joint, and bone. My ripped up pants, like Frankenstein, I may just sew together Or perhaps make my pants shorts to wear in warmer weather. My pants are done, I have moved on. They've done their master well. And pants don't live forever, not as far as I can tell. But there's one problem I can't solve, and it I truly hate. Does one bury their old dead pants, or do they just cremate? more by Mitch Jones |
I ripped my pants at the knee today. In my distress, I mourned them for nearly thirteen minutes. This poem will be read as a eulogy at the funeral, where all my pants' friends-including that weird kilt they met once, will attend. Please be mindful of this somber affair, as I need time to recover from the loss. | Mitch Jones | April 2015 | 2 | 214 | 275 |
378 | 2018-02-27 22:15:37 | My Freaking Alarm | 3.96 | As I lay cozy, all snug in my bed, I enjoy the imagination inside my head Until I hear racket beside my bed. It's my 5:00 alarm! I quickly silent you, you annoying alarm. Then we SNOOZE together and let dreams carry on. Enjoying the peace, then I'll be darned; It's my 5:15 reminder! Now I hush the ringing of my reminder. Ok Alarm, let's put that behind us. Eyes just shut, but here goes that timer It's 7:20. I'm late!!! more by Demecia Dean |
I loathe my alarm clock on a work day LOL | Demecia Dean | April 2014 | 2 | 290 | 451 |
379 | 2018-02-27 22:15:38 | The Car | 3.92 | I was heading south to the city's biggest shopping center To get a steak and other things that I could eat for dinner. Then I noticed, luckily, I was nearly out of gas. So, I headed for the Stall-Mart store out near the overpass. Just as I pulled up, the engine somehow died. I couldn't get it started no matter how I tried. At that moment I noticed an old man walking with a cane. He cringed each time he stepped as if he was in pain. With a toothless smile, he asked me, "Fella, what's the problem?" I told him that my car just died and problems, man, I got 'em. He said, "Give me a few minutes to find out why it's dead." He opened the hood and in just thirty seconds he turned to me and said, "Hmmmmmm......Well........ You have a blasticated unicellular caustic tad malfunction. The generator pottsigraft has lost most of it's suction. You have tubular antispiral mispopulated slippage. And the plastic-nozzeled harpsitube needs a brand new tippage. The lesser of all your problems that I find you got Is that the double crypted intake valve really squeaks a lot. And my professional assessment that I've done thus far, Tells me that this heap is crap and you need another car. I can sell you a slightly used cream-puff if you want to take her. It's a 19 and 43 fully loaded Studebaker. It runs real good and looks real sharp and has only a few small dents. I'll let you have it for 600 dollars and 37 cents, Plus my complete diagnostic examination that I've done today. So can we make a gentleman's deal? What do you have to say?" Hmmmm.... As I was walking home I noticed a shiny bicycle for sale....... |
Ever have car trouble and the explanation of the problems can be very confusing especially for us not car repair people? Sometimes the explanation could just as well be in Greek. | Ron Miler | May 2014 | 2 | 91 | 175 |
380 | 2018-02-27 22:15:43 | Working From Home | 4.23 | The grass needs cutting, I must mend the gate. I'm expecting a parcel, I hope it's not late. I must get a wash on. There's the ironing too. The gas bill needs paying. There's so much to do. I must send that email. I can't really moan, This is the life, When you're working from home. I'm due a long lie in I must feed the cat. There's the dishes to do, I'll get round to that. I'll de-frost the freezer If I've got time, But I'm watching the cricket. Sky Sports is just fine! I'll look at that spreadsheet, Use my mobile phone, So everyone knows That I'm working from home. |
"I'm not in tomorrow - I'm working from home." What image does that create in your mind? We come across it a lot and for those of us left working in the office we wonder what really goes on... | Phil J. Johnson | June 29, 2017 | 0 | 444 | 84 |
381 | 2018-02-27 22:15:48 | I'm Not Really 60 | 4.18 | That's not my age; it's just not true. My heart is young; the time just flew. I'm staring at this strange old face, And someone else is in my place! My body's not in disrepair. I've not much grey in my brown hair. I sometimes feel a little tired But go for jogs when I'm inspired. This old age thing is not for me. Concessions given, prescriptions free. I'll just pretend I'm in my prime. To age too fast would be a crime. I'm just not 60 in my head. It's still so long till I am dead, So please don't see me in that way. I'm staying young, if that's OK! |
This poem was written in response to how I felt about turning 60! | Ms M J Hill | March 2014 | 2 | 1243 | 571 |
382 | 2018-02-27 22:15:53 | If Four Is A Party This Is A Parade | 4.11 | I have one too many personalities, I don't know which one is really me, So if I'm nice at first, and then I'm mean, You just met Sally, and then met Steve. Yes, it's strange, but don't be alarmed, Steve and Sally cause no harm, Neither does Sarah, or Sammy, or Stu, But Darwin and Devin and David sure do. Be cautious around us, The villains I named, You won't know who's who, We all look the same. Half of us would hug you, And falsely reminisce, But half of us will kill you, So in this cell we sit. |
This poem is a humorous poem, but I really wanted to capture more than laughs. Mankind is a strange creature. Not even the animals we keep caged or avoid are as destructive as the human race can be. No other species has the disease, the evil, the love, the hate, the knowledge, the devastation, the resources, the mind, the thoughts.. the capability. No other animal would throw their life away like so many humans have. Yet, no other animal has never accomplished so much? Or have they? |
James Guerin | May 2014 | 0 | 407 | 412 |
383 | 2018-02-27 22:15:56 | A Geezer's Gripings | 4.00 | I'm getting older, nature deems. I'm coming apart at the seams. The things that never hurt before Now multiply, make more and more. My hair is thinning, or could it be Just relocating here on me? Down my back and out my ears 'Tis true! Oh horrid, horrid years! My teeth were once all mine, oh, yes! And stayed in place, in permanence! And now, like stars, they're out at night (And why do my pants fit oh so tight?) My hawk-like vision has relented. Glasses this has circumvented. I can still see, more or less, But down at the DMV.....I guess! There are advantages, I'm told To all us geezers getting old. Like discount coffee, oh that's great! (If we can get out of bed by eight.) But still we soldier bravely on And moan and groan with each new dawn. For it's a good thing that we see The grass from the side that still is green! more by Rick W. Cotton |
A poem for all of us who say who our favorite musician is, only to have the kids say..."Who???" For those of us who remember rotary phones and black and white TV. | Rick W. Cotton | November 8, 2017 | 0 | 108 | 19 |
384 | 2018-02-27 22:16:00 | The Mirror | 3.99 | My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be, for today I discovered an old man staring back at me. The face I recognized, But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes. I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve. No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave. This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte. Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt! I also thought it was very queer. The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear! Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there, this man of age with silver in his hair? Why is my mirror doing this to me? Having this old man staring back at me? more by Rick Hunter |
After looking at myself one morning, I realized that I was getting lines and wrinkles on my face. This is how I felt at the time. I'm certain that many of us my age have felt this way at one time or another. | Rick Hunter | February 2016 | 1 | 175 | 172 |
385 | 2018-02-27 22:16:02 | Taxi Taxi | 3.94 | I put my thumb up to hail a cab, but they never stop and it drives me mad! I've lived in this City for a very long time, Yellow is always crossing my mind. Is it too much to ask for a little sympathy, and for a darm cab to actually stop for me? I would shout and wave and rant and rave, but still I'd wait here from seven to eight! Then one day on first wave a driver noticed, and after all these years I was quickly acknowledged! I sighed and bent to grab my suitcase fast, looked up and the cab was nearing, at last! But back to reality, I must have been daft. it wasn't me he saw, and drove straight past. |
I was trying something new, I and asked my partner to say the first word that came into his head. Of course, he said "Taxi," and I came up with this short poem. I hope you all like it. I would love some feedback. Thank You, Misty Elizabeth Bennett. | Misty Elizabeth Bennett | May 2014 | 0 | 65 | 89 |
386 | 2018-02-27 22:16:06 | Brain Food | 3.93 | Last night at dinner we had some fish, and though I tried, I did not finish. My mother told me while I chewed, brains loved fish over all other food. Would a big scary brain come looking to see if his favorite food was inside of me? Excusing myself, I went straight to bed and pulled the covers over top of my head. I tossed and turned without any sleep, wondering about what brains hate to eat. Fatty meats and sweets, my mama had said. So quickly downstairs I silently tread, and into the kitchen to remedy my dread. Now erased are my fears to bed, with any feelings of doom. For now is sugar sprinkled, widespread, all about my room. more by Irwin Mercer |
Poem about the misunderstanding of a mother's comments about fish being brain food. When I was a child I spent many nights falling to sleep with the covers pulled over top of my head. I was afraid of the dark and imaginary monsters. As an adult I've found that many of our fears in life end up as imaginary. | Irwin Mercer | April 2014 | 0 | 135 | 103 |
387 | 2018-02-27 22:16:08 | The Day I Remember | 3.92 | I opened my eyes I looked to the sky the birds were singing and whistling by my heart got thirst to fly I stretched my hands and put on my band I got out of the bed and forced myself to go ahead I walked out of my room and saw a hand with a broom when I looked up I asked my mother WHAT'S UP! my mother was in anger in the other hand she took a hanger my mother was like in battle and played with me like a shuttle It was the month of NOVEMBER which I always REMEMBER.:) visit Huda Peerzada's site |
I am from PAKISTAN. I don't like poems, actually I LOVE it ;).I hope you will find this poem very funny. It is the part of my morning. Hope if you read it you will not move forward without a smile.:) | Huda Peerzada | June 2013 | 0 | 52 | 355 |
388 | 2018-02-27 22:16:11 | Tide, A Family Choice | 3.90 | My whites were dark and dingy My colors failing fast, Giving up was coming close My mom said "Tide will past." I've tried so many other soaps I've grown so tired and weary, Frustration caused an overload My eyes were puffed and teary. I knew mom used Tide growing up My dad, he would insist, Us kids really didn't know Not just the smell we'd miss. Now that I'm married now myself And clothes are piling fast, Moms words of wisdom fill my thoughts Cheryl, "Tide will past." I've used the cheap brands: All of them, In class my kids would hide, Most kids there had brighter whites My son said, "Mom use Tide". Stubborn me, I gave in Now my choice is clear, The only soap in my home was Tide with bleach this year. more by Cheryl Alexander |
I have used so many laundry detergents from the most expensive to dollar store brand. I've also found a recipe on the internet to make my own. I found that Tide is the best one for my family. I love poetry and tend to write on any subject. This one is really cute. | Cheryl Alexander | November 2010 | 0 | 21 | 62 |
389 | 2018-02-27 22:16:16 | The Cafe | 3.89 | I'm sitting by the window as I munch my current scone And I'm very pleased to see that the early crowd has gone The place fills up quite quickly when the cafe opens up And after the early rush, only a few are left to sup I'm sitting by the window as a tram pulls up outside It's mainly full of school kids and lots more want a ride I can watch all the people as they scurry off to work Up and down the High Street and past the "Ugly Turk" I'm sitting by the window as I'm joined by my mate Bert He's quite a lively lad and with the girls he likes to flirt But today he seems unhappy, and as he starts to tell me why, The waitress comes and asks what he would like to buy I'm sitting by the window as Bert gives me the news He's having trouble finding a decent pair of shoes He's tried all the usual shops but without any real success And he really needs a special pair as his feet are in a mess I'm sitting by the window reading about my football team And I ask the girl who's serving for some apple pie and cream I'm feeling rather peckish and this will help to fill me up And I also finish off my tea and ask for another cup I'm sitting by the window and I see it's started to rain The weather's been pretty poor of late and the temperature very low I start to wonder whether I should leave and catch my normal tram But then it brightens up outside so I order some toast and jam I'm sitting by the window as a couple come through the door He's is his early forties and she looks about twenty-four They go and sit at a corner table out of my direct view And I wonder what their relationship is and what they're going to do I'm sitting by the window as the lunchtime crowd appears It seems to be young office workers and a couple of old dears The sandwiches of cheese and ham are quickly snaffled up With crisps and wafer biscuits and some pea soup in a cup I'm sitting by the window looking sideways at the Goth She's wearing a big overcoat that's been eaten by a moth She's also got big hobnailed boots, and to me, she looks quite odd But I'm just an old-fashioned pensioner, and some say, a silly sod I'm sitting by the window as things start to quieten down The youngsters have all eaten up and have drifted into town The waitress asks me if there's anything else I want to buy And I tell her I'd like a plate of chips and a lovely chicken pie I sitting by the window tucking into my pie and chips And the staff are counting the takings and working out their tips When I've finished eating this meal, I think I'll catch my tram Because in the Home, at tea, they've promised cream cakes and plum jam. |
I'm a retired local government officer, and with time on my hands, I've dabbled with writing a few poems with each stanza starting with "I'm sitting by the window." I've written about an Old People's Home, a Library, a School, and I'm writing one at present about a Train. The first poem I wrote was about the Old People's Home when my father was a resident. Most of the time the residents seemed to be just staring ahead, were asleep or looking out of the window, and this is what inspired me. |
David Bloomfield | May 2014 | 0 | 52 | 57 |
390 | 2018-02-27 22:16:20 | The Crucifixion | 4.62 | I laughed and mocked as He walked that day, up a hill to redeem my soul. I joined the crowd to spit and jeer, and I watched His sorrow grow. I drove every nail deep in His hands with every sin in my heart. My rebellion shoved the thorns in His head, and my strife tore His robe apart. I used my hatred to give Him a bitter drink, and I glared down on Him with pride. I thought of past disappointments, and with my anger, I pierced His side. I denied His power and ignored His worth and stood waiting for His life to end. I watched the last drop of His blood fall, not knowing my grief would begin. I looked around to find His accusers, but no one was there but me. I looked at my hands; they were stained with blood, and then I began to see. Conviction slowly entered my heart, and I dropped all my weapons of choice: the pride, the anger, the hatred, the lust, and then I heard His voice. "Forgive her Father, I died for her. I paid the price for her soul, I bore her sickness and all of her pain, and now I have made her whole." He looked down on me with loving eyes. He saw my present, my future, my past. He knew I needed a Savior, and my soul had found Him at last. I looked around to find His accusers, but no one was there but me. |
My name is Fran Peck and I wrote this poem to show how our attitudes and actions of the heart crucify Christ and condemn us until we repent. | Fran Peck | April 14, 2017 | 1 | 80 | 65 |
391 | 2018-02-27 22:16:25 | Thoughts Of Easter | 4.20 | I awoke before dawn this Easter morn, Laid very still and just thought, Not of the eggs and bunnies that Easter brings, But of the gift of life that it brought, I thought of that cross he carried, That crown of thorns on his head, The nails into his body they buried, Betrayed by even those that he led, Up that road to Calvary, Totally sinless too, Jesus paid the ultimate out of love, He died for me, for you, Love keeps no records of right or wrong, Love doesn't keep a score, To our Father in heaven we all belong, Just as on that day long before, I looked in the room at my sleeping sons, Tears slipped from my eyes, God had done more than I could have done, To just watch as my son suffered and died, My Easter held such meaning then, As I watched the dawn breaking through, Just thinking of that day so long ago, When God did what I could not do. more by Deborah Wininger |
I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager. The reason I started writing was because my senior English teacher told me I would never see one of my poems published. It gave me that determination to prove him wrong. Everything happens for a reason. It made me want to write more and more. From being raped at 5 years old to love, marriage and all that happened in between. I hope you receive a message from my poems. |
Deborah Wininger | May 2014 | 2 | 55 | 56 |
392 | 2018-02-27 22:16:30 | Easter | 4.00 | Let every heart be filled with joy, A joy of thankfulness to our Savior and King! He is victorious over sin and death. He conquered death to give us a new life. A life blossoms through His unending love. It is for a cause and without condition The love that brings healing and reconciliation, A pure love that creates in us real peace. Peace that springs from his sacred heart, A heart that bleeds for our affliction. It is full of mercy and compassion, A heart wounded for our sins and vainglory. Rejoice! Jesus is truly risen from the dead For us to live once again, To live without blemish of pride, And live a life unselfishly for others in need. |
This poem about Easter is really coming from the deepest source. The Lord instilled His wisdom deep within my heart. I hope this poem will give a new blessed hope to those who are in distress. | Estela Canama | April 15, 2017 | 0 | 15 | 19 |
393 | 2018-02-27 22:16:36 | Meaning | 3.88 | When Jesus came on the scene He came in a way that was humble Here on earth He never mumbled nor grumbled Man shed innocent blood When Jesus died on the cross They though they were above God In the end they found out who was boss Easter is a day set aside For Christ death, burial and resurrection If in your life you're not living right This is the time to make corrections Easter shouldn't be celebrated With nice clothes and beautiful hats God's death, burial and resurrection Has nothing to do with that Jesus bore the cross Heading for Calvary Through God's love Allowed us to be free He was put in His tomb And on the 3rd day He got out So I could capture salvation And for this reason I can jump and shout Now when I think of Easter I don't think of material things I use it as a reminder Of the joy it brings. By Deacon Michael A. Burke Sr. March 23, 2008 |
A poem about Easter | Michael A Burke Sr | August 2008 | 0 | 128 | 131 |
394 | 2018-02-27 22:16:37 | Freedom In The Cross | 3.88 | There's something that occurred on that evening at Calvary that created such a lavish stir in all of history. Upon that old rugged cross our Savior bared it all and offered himself a sacrifice to overspread humanity's fall. The sacred blood that was spilled wiped clean the sinner's slate. Christ paid the price for everyone and carried our weight. A willing heart endured the pain, and purpose paved His way. He opened the eyes of every man To whom He came to save. Though the tragedy of that day will be mourned by those around, our joy is found three days later when He arose from the very ground. And through that selfless act of love, we were given new life in Him, set loose from our bondages to experience true freedom within. visit Olivia Lakis's site |
I wrote this poem in honor of the Easter holiday. I am a born again Christian, and the message of Christ's sacrifice on the cross is something I hold dear and am reminded of very strongly each year. The resurrection of Jesus is really the core of the faith, which is why I decided to write about it. I hope this serves as the token of hope and encouragement that is available to each of us if we choose to place our trust in Him. |
Olivia Lakis | April 14, 2017 | 0 | 23 | 17 |
396 | 2018-02-27 22:16:39 | Roses For Mama | 4.56 | Lord, are there roses in your garden On the shores of jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me? For you see, today is mothers' day And I can't visit my mom For it wasn't very long ago The angels came and took her home. So if there are roses in your garden On the shores of Jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me? Would you take them to my mother And tell her that I love her. Tell her that I miss her In oh! So many ways But I have joy in knowing We'll meet again someday And we'll pick roses together On the shores of Jubilee. Written by: Lynn Casstevens May 1, 2008 On the shores of Jubilee. more by Lynn Casstevens |
This is my first mothers day without my mom. I always gave her flowers and roses were her favorite. I wanted to do something for mama so I wrote this poem for her. If this is your first mothers day without your mother I hope this poem will bring you comfort. | Lynn Casstevens | May 2008 | 31 | 770 | 1628 |
397 | 2018-02-27 22:16:45 | Mommy | 4.54 | You brushed my hair and tucked me in, Made me laugh for hours on end. You kissed my boo-boos when I fooled around. Mommy, you never let me down. You held my hand as I got my shots Then took me for ice cream that hit the spot. You bought me Polly-Pockets and Barbies too. Mommy, there's no one quite like you You held my hand as I walked through the door, Then you met my teacher as I stared at the floor. You told me it'd be fun, and I'd make friends too, And for that reason, Mommy, I love you. You listened to me talk about the drama and boys Then taught me how to handle it with class and poise. You spoke with wisdom and of things you know. You love to hear me say, "Mommy, you told me so." You love the Lord with all you heart, And you're kind and gentle and pretty and smart If I could be anyone, I'd pick you 'Cause, Mommy, the world would be better with two of you. You've taught me so much, with more in store And with each day that passes, I love you more. |
My mom is my role model, and this poem was my way of telling her just how much she means to me. | Madisyn B | February 2015 | 5 | 1615 | 1535 |
398 | 2018-02-27 22:16:49 | To My Mummy | 4.48 | To my Mummy, From the moment we met, And you held me so tight, I knew I was safe, As you kissed me good night. I woke up so often, And stumbled with feeds, You never gave up on me, Met all my needs. Now that I'm almost, A 3 month old boy, I want you to know that, You're my greatest joy. They say that we look alike, Same eyes and nose, Better than looking, Like Dad I suppose. I love when we cuddle, I love when we play, I love that you sing to me, Every day. Whenever I cry or, I poop or I pee, Thank you for taking, Such good care of me. Thank you for loving me, No matter what, Everything you do, To me means a lot. Next time you hear me say, "Ga ga goo goo" What I'm really saying is, "Mummy, I love you" Happy Mother's Day Love, Eóin xx |
I wrote this poem on behalf of my 2 month old son, for my wife on Mother's Day. My wife is Irish (hence the name Eóin) and has done such a wonderful job of being a first-time Mummy that she deserves every bit of thanks and praise. I just know that if my baby could formulate some sentences, that's exactly what he'd write :) | Nick | May 2011 | 1 | 311 | 297 |
399 | 2018-02-27 22:16:54 | Mother's Day | 4.47 | Mom I know we've been through a lot But to this day I have not forgot All the things you have done for me Opening my eyes and letting me see All the rights and wrongs in life And help me battle my everyday strife To know your love is a great feeling Thinking of it helps me with dealing And on this special day I will always say That I love you in each and every way You are the perfect mother for me And no matter what I want to be I know you will always be there To show me that you care I hope this touches a special place in your heart Because no matter what I shall never part I Love You Mom in so many ways And today is for you mom, your special day. |
My family has been through a lot. My parents just recently divorced and both have been going through a lot. I recently moved in with my fiancee and that has been a struggle. I wrote this poem to show my mother that I still remember what all she has done for me. The times she was there when I needed her. It's just showing that I will still love her no matter what. | Kody Welch | August 2011 | 0 | 339 | 191 |
402 | 2018-02-27 22:16:57 | My Mother, My Hero | 4.44 | My mother, She wakes before me, sleeps after me. She gets me ready fast and steady. Sometimes I wonder if she is a robot. Needs no pay, just our smiles, Never takes rest, no matter cold or hot. Never gets tired though she has a pile to do. If there is a super hero, it's my mother. I'm blessed to be blessed by her. She scolds me and hugs me, Makes me cry and makes me laugh. Her touch is softer than fur. She cares for everyone: me, my brother, and father. If there is a super hero, it's my mother. Mothers can die for their children, But my mother loves me more than just that. She is like the sweetest dove, Sitting on a tree of love. I am blessed that she is my mother. If there is a super hero, it's my mother. I know we can't always be together, But no one can hold us apart. She is my life, She is my heart, She is my mother, She is my super hero. more by Ritwik Shandilya |
My mother is a real super hero. She is the sweetest, loveliest, cutest, and the best gift presented to me by God. Mom, love you always. | Ritwik Shandilya | September 2016 | 0 | 432 | 202 |
403 | 2018-02-27 22:17:00 | To My Dearest Mother | 4.42 | My mother is a special part Of all that's cherished in my heart, She is my pearl, my soul, my mate; She is the one to make life great. She is an angel without the wings, Who makes life special with the littlest things, Whenever I'm in need of love, She is there from the heavens above; Whenever I'm in need of a shoulder, There's no one as devoted as my mother. Her presence and love have always been there, Everything in her nature is to only care. With every soft hug and kiss The world seems more beautiful and blessed. I'm sorry for all the times I caused you pain, But after these brief storms my love still remains. I love you so much, I will love you forever- I wrote your name on my heart And it will stay there forever, and ever... |
To a Special Mother | Kirsten Rollander | April 2008 | 11 | 381 | 1417 |
404 | 2018-02-27 22:17:05 | Thanks Mom | 4.39 | Every child wishes for that just perfect mom, the kind who does everything right and never anything wrong. She must say the right things and be perfectly dressed, keep a clean house and be happy, never ever depressed. It's her job to make sure her family feels blessed, each member made happy with egos caressed. This all sounds very nice, what a lovely world it would be, if every mother was perfect, meeting every child's need. But moms are just human and make mistakes on the way, lives filled with trials like ours, to deal with every day. How can we ask them to be more than they're able, when not a single one can wear that perfect mom label. Try to look at your mom from a new point of view, as you grow older and wiser, you'll see her anew. Each mother is different, with good points and bad, praise the fine things, talk about what makes you unhappy or sad. If you pray for your mom, ask God to make your heart glad, for good memories she's given, the good times that you've had. Every mother is special, precious and select, for this very reason, give her honor and respect. Love her like you did when you were so tender and small, because she certainly hasn't stopped loving you through it all. So, God bless our dear moms, the ones we came through, and we should forever be saying, "Mom, I thank you!" |
My mom raised seven children and gave up a career as a pharmacist for us. She survived lung cancer and the death of two of my brothers. She is my hero and my mentor. I was a rebellious girl and ran away at 16, causing her deep pain. She loved me through it all. I see so many kids mistreat their precious moms so I wrote this poem in hopes that some would think about how much their moms love them despite the ugliness and pain. I hope somebody will love their mom better because of these words. |
Erlah Burdic | May 2013 | 0 | 237 | 332 |
405 | 2018-02-27 22:17:11 | A Mother's Tear | 4.55 | There's more to the story, than what just appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Iraq, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. Where is Pvt. Tommy? He's blown up all around, his comrades spent hours, picking him from the ground. Sleeping in holes, dug in the sand, dreaming of home, but it's become foreign land. He can't tell his enemy, from family or foe, as he watches his friends sent out, with tags on their toe. He knows his Mama, is sleepless like him, and he tries to send word, whenever he can. He tries not to worry, his family at home, the horror that he faces, he faces alone. His mission is over, he's sent back to me, he fought for our freedom, but he'll never be free. He yearns for his buddies, that died over there. He's caught with the living, in a doubled looped snare. He screams in the night, for the battle still roars, as he lays in his bed, he re-lives all the horror. Nobody heard the fight, he still fights, except for his Mama, who comforts him every night. He never will be, the son I once knew, the war killed that part, for freedom, for you. Great Nation, Great Leaders, and all those who will hear, Freedom began on a mother's first tear. more by Amy Peterson |
My son went to war.....and there is nothing more helpless to a mother than knowing that her son could be dying without her and far away from all that he knows and loves. I dedicate this poem to my son, Sgt. Daniel L. Pocan, whose heart and soul was left in Iraq fighting with his comrades, may you find peace and freedom, and to all soldiers and their mothers still separated by war. | Amy Peterson | June 2014 | 4 | 133 | 154 |
406 | 2018-02-27 22:17:14 | Like Father Like Son | 4.49 | Tyler James was just a baby when his daddy died in Nam. He was raised by a sister and a hard working mom. He was raised to love his country, and every time he saw the flag. He thought of his father, and how he gave all that he had. When Tyler finished high school he found a good job. He helped his mom and sister, because he knew that times were hard. Little did they know the world was to change, Yeah, buildings came down by men in hijacked planes. Tyler hugged his mom and sister and headed out the door. His country would respond, he knew there would be war. He enlisted in the service, they made him a strong man, after basic training, he was sent to a foreign land. Oh, he served with the bravest. They were proud and they stood tall. Some of them had fathers whose names are on the wall. After many months of battle Tyler's mother got the call, Tyler James, her only son, took his final fall. On a hillside in the country, now lies Tyler James. And his mother spoke the words, engraved beneath his name. HE WAS PROUD OF HIS COUNTRY HE WOULD FIGHT UNTIL WE WON. HE WAS KILLED IN BATTLE, LIKE FATHER LIKE SON. Tyler James was just a baby, when his daddy died in Nam. |
I wanted to show honor to the men and women who have served our country in the past and present. So my intentions were to tie Vietnam to the current situation. I feel in many families it's a family tradition to serve our great country. | Douglas Mcguire | December 2008 | 0 | 96 | 53 |
407 | 2018-02-27 22:17:18 | Remember | 4.46 | Someone's child, left long ago, A strange land, Someone's foe. An unmarked grave, fields of green, Resting quiet, Just eighteen. Winds of freedom, wash us now, Remember him, This I vow. visit Victor C. Kleinschmit's site | I write poetry from the heart. I find my inspiration from photos on the internet. I'll see a picture that inspires me and then I write down those feelings. This particular poem was inspired after reading In Flanders Fields. I also liked the photo. Hope you enjoy! | Victor C. Kleinschmit | May 2016 | 0 | 83 | 46 |
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